weary of myself, and sick of asking what I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel’sprow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o’er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O’er the sea and to the stars I send: “Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm […]
Read MoreLove And Lust Love and lust are poles apart. Lust is chaos, love is art. Love infinite, lust is finite. Love is sustained, lust is short. Love is spiritual, lust is physical. Love is ideal, lust is sensual. Love is selfless, lust is selfish Love immortal, lust is mortal. Love is productive, lust is destructive. […]
Read MoreBe thankful that you don”t already have everything you desire, if you did, what would be there be to look forward to?
Read MoreBe thankful that you don”t already have everything you desire, if you did, what would be there be to look forward to?
Read MoreThe poet is fully contented, offers his entire possessions at the feet of God, in an act of final and total surrenders. As the stream flows into the sea, the poet’s songs will merge with the Eternal. Like cranes resting in their nests, he will rest in his eternal home.
Read MoreHaving had a mystic realisation of God, the poet has tried to depict God in his songs; but he has failed to explain to explain hes meaning. Divine presence is a mystic experience that comes through faith; wrds cannot communicate it. God loves the mystics and comes to them while the world scorns them.
Read MoreThrough his sonsgs, the poet has sought his Maker all his life. Through his songs he grew in wisdom and saw the depth of reality. Throug his songs he hopes to reach his final destination – God.
Read MoreThe ocean of this universe hides in its depths the perfect pearl – God. The poet has ever been searching for this Infinite. He no more enjoys being tossed about by the waves, but is eager to die and become with the eternal
Read MoreThe poet whohas been in control of his life yields the control to God. All the struggles of man against God’s will are of no use. In the pursuit of worldly wealth man forgets the needs of his own spirit. But the poet is preparing for death and waiting for his Master’s arrival.
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